Mourn for the departed glory,
For poems that left earth
Poetry lives in a line, or two,
The rest is merely glue, it’s true.
A bold lone stroke stands not for art,
Nor one fine phrase for a poem.
When I see now, what passes for it,
It saddens; emboldens me a bit.
For who now crafts their one fine line
At a time,
And then, one more?
Rajnish Mishra has a PhD in English literature and he has been active in the areas of teaching, research and writing for nearly a decade now. He has published more than a dozen books, and has edited six books.
His love for his city and his awareness of its effects on his psycho-social development led him to starting his own
blog: rajnishmishravns.wordpress.com in 2011. The blog features both his academic writing and his writing on his city: the City of Light, Varanasi.